Su Wu felt a surge of anger and frustration, but his expression changed.

He suddenly realized something: it seemed that Hu Zeqing, that grandson of a bitch, wasn't planning on selling mobile phones properly.

What he wants is buzz and good news.

As both are domestic mobile phone brands, if Longyao phones continue to sell better and better, it seems they might actually be getting in the way.

However, this is only an analysis from Hu Zeqing's perspective; in fact, it is entirely unfounded worry.

Thinking of this, Su Wu shook his head helplessly, "I'm speechless at encountering such an idiot."

"You actually called the Hu family idiots? You've got guts!" Li Zhi's eyes widened in surprise.

Before Su Wu could even roll his eyes, Peter Ma continued gossiping.

"Yao Aiguo hasn't been idle either. Our Modern City is selling like hotcakes, which has really spurred that old bastard on. I bet he'll be up to something soon."

Su Wu knew that he was intentionally giving a hint, but he was not good at speaking in riddles.

He could only helplessly say, "Brother Ma, just say what you want to say."

"I estimate that some inspections will be coming over in a while. I'll handle things at Modern City, but you'll have to figure out a way to deal with Longyao Mobile. Also, my fourth uncle will help, but you should still prepare as soon as possible."

Peter Ma's words were profound and thought-provoking.

Su Wu's face darkened upon hearing this.

He felt exhausted from all the scheming and backstabbing.

The market is clearly a smooth road now; everyone goes their own way, and no one loses out.

But some people just have to eat what's in their own bowl while eyeing what's in someone else's pot, wishing they could eat everything in someone else's pot and then smash it.

Since they were so wicked, Su Wu would not let it go.